praying to the whooga fairies.

here's the deal....on the cod we live in flip flops. it's just the way it is. but sometimes there is snow, and it gets cold & wet, so we need to wear something else. what is the cold weather version of flip flops? uggs.

now, i fought this trend as long as possible, and i even eased into it. i started with a pair of slippers, then clogs, then actual snow boots, then finally, i succumbed to the warm cozy amazingness that is the classic tall. i can't fight the walking on clouds, warm wonderfulness, i just can't.

so here is the deal- i have been eying these whooga's- they look amazing, the company seems completely rad (they give pairs like every month to a lucky newsletter subscriber!!) and the price is fab (i even have an email with a link to get them even less!). see, i have a pair of chestnut uggs, but i really need black. i mean, i may be all about the comfort, but i still like to match. so anywho, i was drooling over the black whooga's just today, pondering what parts of my body i could sell to get the money for them, when what to my wondering eyes did appear? a giveaway. of whoogas. blessing my reader with it's presence mere hours after putting the black pair in my shopping cart and then sadly closing the page before entering my credit card info. the whooga fairies have blessed me! and the office stylist. her too.

let us all please keep our little fingers crossed that the stars align for me and i win this. it is important stuff, like keeping my toes warm.

cranberry school.

ok. i love me some only girl & surferwife- and because they both asked about cranberry bogs, i will discuss a smidgen. the only reason i know anything about them is because i grew up here- i drive by at least one a day, i spent winters skating on frozen bogs, and i enjoy a stiff cape codder (as in the drink. and as in the men.). and by discuss, i mean with pictures. because my words make no sense.

and off we go.
bog:

   (via google)

the little cranberries grow in there.

then they fill the bog with water, rake them or something and get all the cranberries out when they float to the top.

this happens to be the actual bog i parked at to take the picture that brought up this whole shebang.

and then, you make this:

cape codder- vodka+cranberry juice=deliciousness. there are some other steps in there i am sure, but this all that matters to me.

aren't a good teacher?

while we are all here learning things- it is imperative you go visit surferwife. she is having a giveaway of celeb status- here is a hint:

but don't enter, because i want to win it, kthanks.

wordless wednesday, but totally with words.

i was driving home from work and this is what the lake near my house looked like. i was like "holy hell, i need to take a picture of that" (side note- i keep a camera on me at all times, even though i barely ever use it. when manfriend asked my why, i told him "so i could photograph my life". he called me weird. who is weird now?!). so...i immediately pull over by a cranberry bog so i can jump out and take a pic so i can look like photographer of the year. of course i had to back track a smidgen to get the right angle. so i left my jeep running while i ran back to take the pic. of course, once i got my shot, i realized my running jeep, with my bag and my life, was sitting unattended next to some cranberry bog a ways up the road. so i freaked a little & sprinted back. sprinted. as fast as my little legs would take me. and you know what? i am out.of.shape. i thought i might need 911.thankfully my jeep was still there, nothing was missing from it, so i could get in and recover.

because of this i have gone running 2 days so far this week.

so thank you pretty sunset for getting my fat ass moving again.